29. A promise
Ever since you were robbed from me by fate,
Like clues being left at a crime scene,
I have been finding traces of you inside the music I listen, the books I read, and the poems I write.
Although I treasure every single one of those beats, words, and stanzas,
Even with the entire world conspiring against our love,
I promise upon my last breath,
my last heart beat that I will find you;
The whole you with every fragment and fragrance in the right place.
-Rithin.
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